Left: Tandi Meikle, was the original Meg Giry of the South African productions in 2004, performing in Johannesburg and Pretoria. In the revival in 2011-12 she was the dance captain and, I believe, understudying the role of Meg.
Right: Cat Lane was Meg Giry in the 2011-12 revival. Like many other from the South African cast and crew she stayed with Phantom when touring in Asia from 2012 (the World Tour). She left the tour in 2013 to star as Meg Giry in London’s West End.
The Shikon Jewel, still raising questions after its disappearance.
Brought on by a conversation I had years ago:
Friend: “The hell happened to this shard??? Isn’t it in a tree in the Feudal Era?”
Me: “I guess it disappeared? Since the Shikon is gone from existence and all.”
Friend: “Was time reset?”
Me: “Uh…I don’t…”
Friend: “Some weird-ass timey wimey shit’s went down and we don’t even know.”
The Doctor strikes again!
By the way, can we talk about some of the messed up things the Jewel has done?
“You want to regenerate? Go ahead! Your dependency on our power fuels us.”
“You want to see your love again? Sure! Reincarnate first. We need you to bring the Jewel to the Feudal Era anyway.”
“You want the woman of your dreams? I have a suggestion! How about you fight her reincarnation in an eternal battle? That way her soul will be with you forever!”
Mu wha ha ha ha
It actually twisted Kikyo’s non-vocalized wish, after she refused to use it to fix her fatal wound. Then it tried to trap Kagome in the Jewel by getting her to wish herself home…because it interpreted “home” as being inside the Jewel.
Because it claimed Kagome was BORN FOR THE JEWEL.
There’s no place like home AKA the crystallized form of eternally warring souls!
WTF. The Shikon Jewel’s the evil genie, guys. Thank god Grandpa knew about the “one correct wish” or we would be clueless that there even was one. Wait.
Was Grandpa the Deus ex Machina?!
You’re welcome kids. You ungrateful whippersnappers.
You were a mistress working for a specific muggle club in England. You were pureblooded, yet you didn’t manage to make such a living in the Wizarding area. You had to make a living for you and your eleven year old daughter. Your daughter was attending Ilvermorny in the states, while you stayed in Britain for a while. You kept your work at a minimal not going as far as sex. You were working today in the dark, night sky.
Meanwhile, Draco being saddened by Astoria’s death, went out into the streets for a drink. Scorpius was in Hogwarts, as Draco went to a muggle bar. It was late at night and Draco couldn’t keep his mind straight. He entered the bar, sitting down, asking for a shot of alcohol that the bartender served him.
While, you put on a white, lace corset with black panties and a jeweled mask. “You almost done Y/N?” Your friend who works with you, F/N asks. “Yes.” You say placing on perfume and walking out. Today wasn’t your stage time, it was a day were you walk out and ‘please’ the customers.
Draco took a few shots, he looked around and found out that he landed himself in the wrong bar. “Where am I?” Draco asked. “You’re in a bar, mate.” The bartender chuckled. “Which one?” Draco questioned. “Your in a the Desires club.” The bartender gave Draco a shot, which Draco downed. “You seem rather lonely, mate. Let me help you.” The bartender said.
The bartender whistles at you, “Y/N!” You walk towards the bartender with a man in front of him. “This is Y/N: One of our Finest Ladies.” Draco looked at you with lustful eyes. “Hello.” You said in a husky voice that you’ve instilled.
“What’s your name, daddy?” You softly giggled. “Draco.” Draco said with an all knowing confidence. “You know Draco; you can stay here or… Come with me.” Your hands brushed along the budge in his pants. You began to walk away from Draco, swaying your hips. Your eyes drifted back to him, winking at the blonde man.
You got your legs up in the sky
With the devil in your eyes
Let me hear you say you want it all
Say it now, say it now
Draco ran after you, you were like a drug or a cigarette: intoxicating, deadly, and addictive. You leaned against a door, Draco stood and stared. You slowly opened the door, letting yourself in. Draco followed in with his full extent.
Once he entered, you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto a chair. “Relax, daddy.” You whisper in his ear, making shivers run down Draco’s spine. You sat on his lap, moving your hips on his prominent erection.
“You feel big, daddy. Let’s see if you are?” You smirk, your hands making their way to the waistline of his pants. Unbuckling the belt buckle and pushing down his pants. You palm him through his boxers, Draco grunts of the feeling of your hands. “Please.” Draco pleads. You comply taking off his boxers. “It is!” You gleam. Taking his member in your hand, pumping it up and down in a slow motion.
Draco bucks his hips upward, “Oh fuck.” You look at him with a sly smile, “You like me doing this daddy?” “Yes, princess.” Draco moans. “Would you like me to put your dick in my mouth, daddy?” Your eyes flutter innocently as Draco looks right into them. Your mouth was open, teasing Draco. Until, he shoved your head down onto his manhood. It took you by surprise, trying to control your gag reflexes. “I don’t need you to tell me, princess.” Draco moans. He pulls your head back, standing up. “Be a good girl and you might get an award.” Draco said, clutching your head and shoving you down onto his dick.
Your mask felt as if it was becoming loose. You didn’t mind this including the fact that Draco was practically face fucking you. “I’m going to cum.” Draco whispered. His hands letting go of your hair, you took control and began deep throating Draco. “Don’t stop. I’m going to c-” At this moment you had your mouth at the tip of his head slamming all the way down to his shaft, his white ecstasy seeping down your throat.
Draco grabbed a handful of your hair pulling you away.
Yeah, I got a fistful of your hair
But you don’t look like you’re scared
You just smile and tell me, “Daddy, it’s yours.”
‘Cause you know how I like it,
You’s a dirty little lover
“Daddy, I’m yours.” You told Draco. Draco pushed you down onto the bed, clutching your throat. Draco ripped your panties apart, taking his member and slamming into you. “Daddy!” You scream, you were sure to get looks from the others tomorrow. “Like how my big cock is in you, huh princess?” Draco keeps thrusting in you. “Yes, daddy!” You try to say as his hands make you lose breath.
Your hips bucking forward to meet with his rhythm. “You feel so good, daddy. How your big cock is tearing my tight pussy apart.” You gasp. Draco hits your g-spot making you moan. “Keep going, daddy!” You praise. Draco goes faster with each thrust. You felt as if you were to pass out.
If the neighbors call the cops,
Call the sheriff, call the SWAT we don’t stop,
We keep rocking while they’re knocking on our door
And you’re screaming, “Give it to me baby,
Give it to me motherfucker!”
“I’m going to cum, daddy!” You groan. Draco goes faster, “You’re not allowed to cum. Only when I say so.” Draco smirks. “Please daddy let me cum.” You plead. “Daddy!” You yell. “Louder.” Draco'a grip on your throat tightens. “Daddy!” You shout. “Cum for me, princess.” Draco said. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you see stars. Your walls clamp onto Draco’s member, you release into a silent scream feeling Draco’s warm seeds filling you up.
I bet you never ever felt so good, so good
I got your body trembling like it should, it should
You’ll never be the same baby once I’m done with you
Draco’s hand left your throat, you breathed, panting. “Take off your mask.” Draco asks. You slowly took of your mask, revealing your face. “Stunning.” Draco panted, you smiled softly. You have fulfilled Draco’s deepest desires.
Horrible piece of
trash I quickly wrote because I miss you all! (in the tags I explain
why in these days I’m not here very often! But don’t worry, it’s
a temporary thing due to a busy time in my life!)
The accidents started
as soon as the ball at the Winter Palace ended. The nobles were still
walking around, their glasses full of expensive wine and venomuos gossip.
Behind golden masks and jewelled hands, lips were whispering about
the mighty Inquisitor who saved the Empire from its very own
end. Duchesse Henriette Laurelle Dorlaine,+ the favorite
daughter of a man with an empty brain and a woman with more ambition
than good sense, was particularly chatty with her ladies in waiting.
And not just because she had assisted to an epic event, but also
because she was one of the few people who had actually spoke with the
gorgeus Commander of the Inquisition Army. And she hadn’t just speak
to him. She had actually touched him. Oh, sure, the fierce Ferldan
had seemed totally surprised by her bold action, but sure he was
happy. Men loved to be approached in such a way, she was quite sure
of that. Grinning like a cat, she already started to write her letter
to the Commander about a possible bethrotal between them. Sure, his
origins weren’t noble, but the duchesse knew that gold and persuasion
could buy him a title. And, of course, before having the honor to
marry her, he would need a proper training. She didn’t want to be
embarassed during the wedding or their life together, after all! And
once he woul become a perfect Orlesian, her life would be perfect.
Days – and nights – spent being worshipped by that beautiful,
mighty man. Oh, she had heard the gossip about a relationship between
him and the Inquisitor. But that woman, a woman cursed with an unholy
sparkling hand, couldn’t certanly compare to her, the daughter of a
famous, pureblood Orlesian family. The Duchesse didn’t realize what
was happening, until she put her foot on the first step of her
carriage. With a squeak, the wood broke, making her fallen face first
on the floor of her carriage. Her shrieks of pain and humilation,
mixed with the laughters of the ones who had assisted, were heard
also by a figure in the shadow. A figure who had watched hersince she
left the ballroom and that now was walking away smiling satisfied
Comte Belisieux blew
a kiss in the direction of Commander Cullen, who was escorting the
Inquisitor outside the ballroom, after the empress had ended
officially the party. “You’re wasting your time, Leònard.” a
voice chuckled. Turning his face, the comte shrugged “You’re just
jealous, Philìppe dear.” “Jealous? Non, non.” the
other man smiled “Just pragmatic. I know that once this little
crush for that man will end, you’ll come back to me. You always
do.” “Wouldn’t you be happier if I’ll return with an
interesting guest in our bed?” he teased, drinking a sip of wine.
Disgusting. If only Gaspard had made better offers, the comte woud
have gladly fought for him. A woman like their empress, who picked
such an horrible wine for an important party, didn’t deserve any
loyalty. He could have forgave her to have a bloody elven woman in
her bed, if she hadn’t such a terrifying taste in wines. “The
Commander made you understand pretty clearly he wasn’t interested. He
said he was taken, if I’m right.” “Taken!” the other man
scoffed, a lewd grin on his masked face “A petite liason with a
woman that’s famous just because of her hand it means hardly “taken”.
And it doesn’t matter, in any case. I want him and I’ll have him. I’m
Leònard Jacques Belisieux De Montfort and nobody dares tell me
no.” The comte was already planning his arrival in Skyhold –
sure he was going to have an invitation soon enough – and the time
he would spend with the Commander Cullen. Oh, for a dirty Fereldan
dog he was such a fine conquer to add in his collection. Lost in his
thoughts, the noble didn’t realize that his wine had truly a terrible
taste. And then, the first cramp hit his stomach. And then another.
And another. Until he had to run out of the living room, searching
for a bathroom, for avoiding to relieve himself in one of the plants
along the main hall. The hidden figure looked at him with a
satisfied grin “Minus two.” “What are you doing here,
Jim?!” The man jumped from his spot, while another guard arrived
“We have the first watch outside the Inquisitor’s room, did you
forget?” “Uh… no, not at all.” Following his companion,
Jim sighed. He didn’t have time to punish all the others that during
the night had bothered Commander Cullen, but at least the two major
characters had had their lesson. Well, joining that Red Jenny group
while he was drunk that night in the tavern hadn’t been a bad idea,
Not much is known of Tahae past rumours. What is known is that they are swift, silent and ruthless. They are known for stealing anything which they can carry upon their person - from fruit, to jewels, to even sacred masks. They wear a skull mask on their face, adding to their frightening demeanour, and arm themselves with an elemental crossbow and an ornate axe - both bounties of previous crimes.
CORSETS & COURT BALLS. Don your heavy cloak and take a walk along a misty path, slip through the hallways of your palace in a gown that sweeps the marble floor. Throw a masquerade ball in your jewelled mask, steal away into the forest and fall in love. You’re the star of your own period drama, and this is your soundtrack. [listen]